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You Know, There's A Word For Big, Strong Men Who Attack Women, And It's Coward.

All Three Combined Is...a Different Kind Of Stupid Formerly Unheard Of By Humankind.

He Holds My Face In Both Hands And Kisses Me Back. I Press Into The Distance Between Us Until It Is Gone, Crushing The Secrets We Have Kept And The Suspicions We Have Harbored-for Good, I Hope.

I Can't Tell Him I Need Him. I Can't Need Him, Period -- Or Really, We Can't Need Each Other, Because Who Knows How Long Either Of Us Will Last In This War?

Leaving Us With Eric Is Like Hiring A Babysitter Who Spends His Time Sharpening Knives.